Sarah Morgan Books Novels & Stories

"You're going where?" Luna stared at Aria like she'd suggested swimming with sharks. Which, given the circumstances, wasn't far off. "The restricted archives. Morgana's spirit told me there's a book—white leather binding. Something Knox's family has been hiding." "Morgana told you. The dead witch who's living inside your wolf told you to break into a restricted section of the royal archives in the middle of the night." "When you say it like that, it sounds crazy."

Everything is very neat and well organised there. Jessica was amazed to see thousands of books, all kinds of books, including novels and history books. Jessica's choice fell on history books about very global stories. Jessica's favourites are stories about world wars and civil wars. Jessica said the room is very cosy. She will feel at home here every day, reading the many books in it. Morgan always monitored Jessica's movements through his laptop. There were no suspicious movements. He even saw her go out and return with a glass of juice. ***

I’m not that terrible unless I’m hungry. Morgana flicks her fingers, and the space around us ripples, shifting to something new. We’re standing in a dimly lit chamber, lined with ancient bookshelves. A memory, maybe? Hers? Or something she’s pulled from my mind? “Even if you had the means to leave, you would need an anchor. A reason strong enough to tether you back to the living world,” she muses, running her fingers along the spines of the books. “Tell me, what do you have waiting for you?”

“I have no idea what to ask you.” “Oh, well, I guess I could tell you something about me.” “Ok,” I replied. I really wasn’t much of a conversationalist, and I was stuck on this train with her for five days. She was nice to look at and think about, but other than that – I didn’t need to know who Morgan Artos was. “Tell me something no one knows about you.” “I like to read.” She said. “What a great idea! Didn’t ScarClaw give you a few books to bring with you?” I bent down to her pack and opened it to find the three books she had packed and handed them to her. Maybe now she would get the idea that I was done talking.

“Crazy woman likes collecting weird trinkets. You know how she gets when she reads those old war journals.” I did not laugh. Silas kept talking, rambling about the rest of her gear, but I zoned out. His voice faded into a dull, meaningless buzz in the background. My mind raced, connecting puzzle pieces I foolishly ignored. Morgana’s scent. From the moment she walked into my grand hall, something felt wrong. She smelled like pine and sweet berries, her natural aroma. But hiding just beneath those familiar notes was a sharp, bitter undertone. I dismissed it. I assumed she had joined a new pack or spent too much time in feral rogue camps.

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We all nodded and he took our orders and Morgan looked pleased that I had gone with her suggestion. “My husband thinks I'm fat.” Morgan looked down playing with her fingers and both Sarah and I furrowed our eyebrows. “Fat where? Is he crazy?” Sarah's tone was funny but under these circumstances nothing was hilarious. Morgan did not have a model-like figure but fat was an outrage word to describe her stature. She had a big butt and breasts, but she could be described simply as slim and thick with a gorgeous face. She didn't even look like she had borne children as she exercised a lot and remained healthy with her different smoothies.

"Are you okay?" "I am fine," I said, still laughing. "It's just... Luna Constance has no idea who she would be dealing with. Even if they somehow managed to defeat me, even if they took over this pack, Stephanie Morgan already has her eyes on it. Already has her claws in deep. Luna Constance would just be trading one enemy for another. A much, much worse enemy." Sarah looked confused. "Stephanie Morgan? Who is that?" "Nobody you need to worry about," I said quickly. "But Sarah, thank you. Thank you for taking such a huge risk to come here and warn me. You didn't have to do that. You could have just kept your head down and stayed safe."

This exchange revealed morgan 's skepticism towards the land's potential, contrasting with 's more enigmatic perspective. In a past life, that very same piece of land had transformed into a bustling tourist destination, its value skyrocketing. Frederick Stephen, a shrewd investor, had recognized this potential and made a strategic investment. Morgan , however, failed to envision the land's future worth, illustrating a difference in foresight between her and the astute Stephen.

It so often happened that what was seen in one guise was more acutely experienced in another. Lark and Sarah are assigned to help Simon prepare a restorative potion for the cubs. Their bones will hurt mercilessly at first. And Lark and Sarah, as a rule, gave themselves completely to the affairs of the pack. But not today. Today, they gave all the attention to Morgan.